I have to give this rather uninspired documentary a four rather than a one because it does spend some time stating the well-known facts that Ed and Lorraine Warren were a pair of money-grubbing charlatans who didn't care how much damage they did in order to make a buck.
The dysfunction of the family who were their victims in this case is quite well-revealed The hysteria which, in particular, the mother ("My son has had a scary dream; we'd better call a priest") encouraged puts things in motion.
Then, once Ed Warren had given little David a specific list of instructions on how to act possessed (whilst pretending that he's just warning the family what David might start to do, whilst David is sitting there listening to all of this) the rest of the melodrama is kicked into gear.
David does his best to act possessed: "I'm your mother!" says Mrs Whatever-her-name-is, as her son growls and spits.
"You're a douchebag!" says Satan, via David.
Mr What-ever-his-name is finally spanks his naughty son and tells him to quit all of this nonsense, at which point the boy walks over to a chair and sits there quietly sulking.
(The power of spanks compelled him.)
The next victim of Satan's body-hopping, Arne, has an even less impressive story than his younger brother's, and this older brother is lucky he didn't serve more years in prison than he did for the murder of his landlord. Apparently, Satan hopped in, inflicted four stab wounds, and then hopped straight out again.
Meanwhile, the Warrens get this gullible family to sign over the rights for them to write a book about the events, and then screw the gullible victims out of a fortune. Various members of the family fought to get some money out of he Warrens but with no success, as the Warrens sold movie rights for their various cases and laughed all the way to bank.
If you've seen the Conjuring movie which launched this sad little story into an orbit of the absurd, then don't expect the same sort of shenanigans here. There's nothing to write home about, because all of it is, and always was, nonsense.
The dysfunction of the family who were their victims in this case is quite well-revealed The hysteria which, in particular, the mother ("My son has had a scary dream; we'd better call a priest") encouraged puts things in motion.
Then, once Ed Warren had given little David a specific list of instructions on how to act possessed (whilst pretending that he's just warning the family what David might start to do, whilst David is sitting there listening to all of this) the rest of the melodrama is kicked into gear.
David does his best to act possessed: "I'm your mother!" says Mrs Whatever-her-name-is, as her son growls and spits.
"You're a douchebag!" says Satan, via David.
Mr What-ever-his-name is finally spanks his naughty son and tells him to quit all of this nonsense, at which point the boy walks over to a chair and sits there quietly sulking.
(The power of spanks compelled him.)
The next victim of Satan's body-hopping, Arne, has an even less impressive story than his younger brother's, and this older brother is lucky he didn't serve more years in prison than he did for the murder of his landlord. Apparently, Satan hopped in, inflicted four stab wounds, and then hopped straight out again.
Meanwhile, the Warrens get this gullible family to sign over the rights for them to write a book about the events, and then screw the gullible victims out of a fortune. Various members of the family fought to get some money out of he Warrens but with no success, as the Warrens sold movie rights for their various cases and laughed all the way to bank.
If you've seen the Conjuring movie which launched this sad little story into an orbit of the absurd, then don't expect the same sort of shenanigans here. There's nothing to write home about, because all of it is, and always was, nonsense.